The stars and moon were dim, and the wind howled fiercely. Winter was approaching, and waves of chill hung over everything.
In Liangzhou's Four Hexi Commanderies, the cold gleam flashing from blades was even more biting than the cold currents sweeping down from the far north.
Ma Teng and Han Sui raised their armies together and swore their oath at Guzang.
The Guanzhong gentry who had fled to Liangzhou flocked to them, bringing boundless fury and hatred, determined to kill Li Jue and Guo Si.
Fa Zheng, who had originally intended to flee to Yizhou to escape the calamity, joined the two men upon hearing the news.
He had been a noble young gentleman of Guanzhong. Though the Fa Clan was not one of the great houses of the realm, it was still a distinguished and respected gentry clan. Yet a single upheaval had destroyed his home and exterminated his family, leaving him fleeing desperately for his life and enduring every misery.
His hatred for Li Jue and Guo Si was such that he wished to devour their flesh and blood and spit upon their bones. Only killing them would satisfy him.
Though he knew Ma Teng and Han Sui were unlikely to accomplish anything great, he could no longer concern himself with that.
The lives of the Fa Clan's five hundred and seventy-three people weighed upon his back like heavy, blood-drenched shackles, tormenting him day and night.
They were asking him!
"When will you avenge us?!"
In Ma Teng and Han Sui's camp, Fa Zheng gazed at the stars overhead. "Today. There will never be a better opportunity. Li Jue and Guo Si have committed countless injustices.
"Previously, everyone under heaven held back from provoking them because of their formidable strength.
"But now that the Luo Clan is willing